Lawn and leaves, con-joined
birds and children, singing back and forth
wet porches and clothes
and dirty rain-barrels and gutters,
tired and depressed,
worn-out,
sleep-deprived visitors
right here at my doorstep
sharing our cooperatively therapeutic planet
with whatever climate health remains
before traveling further
degenerative and regenerative pilgrimages
of choice
and no alternative
homeless choicelessness.

Homelessness is too big
to therapeutically share alone.

I am too small to host
and everyday depressing
compressed to receive,
to accept with impressed renewing eyes
longing for healthy integrity
throughout my extensive habitat
of deeply
cooperatively owned responsibilities
to co-produce common healthy outcomes
for ourselves
and all our caravans,
domestic
and wild,